Finding Neverland

Is it a quest or pursuit? Call it by any name, the seek for objective gains to satiate the impoverished state of mind is unconquerable. As this splendid, gilt edged, manifestation fades into twilight, pangs of starvation return. Invoking predatorial instincts and a juvenile thirst for a world of innocence. This miraged vision, ponders in our thoughts, wisely intuiting, to play truant with reality for sustaining an everlasting thrive for the magical world of Neverland .

As a child, opportunities come abundant, a rabbit hole, portkey, wishing chair, faraway tree, always beckon the willful. As we grow knowledgable and blissful, more listening to the herd; unwitting self-denial corrupts its existence, letting self-piety take decisions. So strong it rules, even prematurely born harmony fails to live.

Alas, we lament the ultimate journey is unfinished; the body whimpers and mind cries penance. It rarely matters , the invite was lost in the wildnerness of abject pragmatism. Imminent turnaround is just uncertain, as venturing aimless has left us exposed, vulnerable and remorseful. The yawning blackhole finally descends to swallow us from the mishaps of life. One last glance, see hope, the last beacon of light, still surviving to save the few who knew.

Western Promises

The lure of coming to America is at what cost? Interesting question, rarely enters the mind when one seeks out for this land of opportunities. As every gold rush has had its tragedies, so does this great democracy. Inundated with immigrants, who have rushed out of their countries in anticipation of a better life, but have soon succumbed to the disappointment and fear of their survival amidst the harsh conditions of this land.

It is benign of one to look at the accumulated materialism, vast homes, cars and wealth to deny the ultimate truth, Life ! In the past few months, few peace friendly indians have become victims to criminal needs. It has come to their loved ones as a shock, i am astounded as well, not by these crimes but by the guilelessness of these people who believed in USA as a safe haven. A practical side of mine says, they paid the price for negligence, on the other hand feeling of betrayal from the empty promises made by the patrons of this country leaves me restless.

None of the residents who have been here before reveal the attribute of crime associated with this country, rather they believe to blind you with the dazzle of hidden treasures, while comfortably avoiding to utter the dangers involved in searching for it. Why believe in the miracle of living, when euthanasia is reality. This is the truth of this western world, hollow and unsympathetic like the black widow, it continues to sustain by feeding on its own lovers. Come wrapped in sheath of kevlar, but do not be suprised if it is stolen and you become the martyr of your own greed.

I have a long way to go, promises to keep, promises to keep, before i sleep. Believe me Frost never imagined this country when you wrote this, so do not interpret these verses as aspiration for longevity in this nation of abundant agonies.

V

In the world of V, happiness is the strongest companion. The motif is raised at every momentous event that the society recognizes as success over the dark side. The hypocrisy contrived by its use is overwhelmed with a fear of it not failing. Under its symbolic shadow, we live in alleged glory speaking about the vanquished tormentors. How long did i ask, then, will this false impression last? The answer is arriving in morse code: dot and dash.

The transformation is occuring, the power of V in its new form is increasing, the charalatans are been exposed and villfied. The resurgence is a medley of, anger of the oppressed, agony of the tainted losers and power of vengeance; startling the world from it stupor. Evolution has played its part, V is divided, it is time for us to decide, who do we side !

Convicts, Racists and Us

This universe has been created with duality. Singular existence is a significant feat, yet tumultumous experience. On the field of sport, we have to gracefully to accept defeat is the old greek saying. The gladiators fought hard to save their life and appease the populace. It seems, the Aussies living in the far continent were oblivious to these. They still prefer to adorn the prisorners garb when it comes to settling a battle on the field.

On sydney fiasco 2008, Indians recieved the gift of betrayal. It was covered with an unethical Australian topping. I was transfixed with disbelief as the well written drama unfolded. The spontaneity associated with sports was long gone, replaced by a baritone narrative. The carribean who rarely has had a liking of the Indians started cutting through the Indian batting lineup with this cold finger. It was heart rending sight, the champions were treated as priveleged while the contenders as commoners. There was no room for justice as prejudice prevailed.

In the room behind closed doors, a South Afrikaan had pulled down the shutters of equality and dressed up in a bridle that could see only Australian colors. He rarely heard us, but was keen to hear the native speak. The angel of integrity, Punter, admitted Roy was the victim of a racial slur by a brown man. The Afrikaan adjuged an Indian to be a rascist after accusation from an aborigine supported by a black ally of a white team. In a culturally diverse world, even such a team of conspirators cannot be thought to join hands. Yet, they did. The sole surprise that on an otherwise forgettable five days at Sydney.

I ask, was Darwin incorrect in proposing we arose from the race of monkeys? Has the rest of the world been blind towards accepting this? Have the great scientific minds failed where Roy arose like a beacon to identify this as racial remark? As i contemplate into this further, my mind turns blank.

The unrest of this event in beyond the SCG. The dominance of color has resurfaced. Cricket has lost in this battle of numbers. The meaning of champions has been tarnished. We have another defeat on our name, but it does not matter anymore. The mountain of statistics has finally had an avalanche. In retrospective, this game would be lost in time, but for the pantheons of sport this will serve as moment of shame, which cannot be erased from the annals of cricket.

Thrilling men

In the field of cricket, there have been these odd men who are always captured my imagination. It was their free will to break conventions and inherent stroke of genius that etched a permanent mark in my mind. Each of these men have had their favorite hunting ground, where romance, and running between the wickets, dancing to the tune of the crowd provides a bollywood cliche.

Azza, he was divine to all, straight from the lap of allah to the cricket field. He used to light up my day with his dazzling sword play, standing tall like a fencer, and using those wrists at the last moment to direct the ball to geometrically impossible directions. A sense of mystery still pervades this ability to defy physics. He was the Hero of Eden Garden. He had a love affair that lasted forever until the communal divides in India intervened.

Now, watching SRT, i cannot imagine, even after all these years, how this man can throw up the charm every time he visits Sydney. It is admiration for this carefree spirit that has left me awestruck. The man, haunted by the ghosts of his own achievements, now, has exorcised them to start a new affair with his old love. Quite unheard, yet true !

We, indians, romantics at heart will remain to be one, so as long as our aspirations survive through these individuals.

Modern Media

News was a form of wonder when Reuters found a way to send it across the world. He had opened a third eye to the people of this world . But, now, it is an abject object of misuse. The lesser human forms with bare intellect to compete a fast moving snail are adorned in ornate. The accomplishments of people who have kept this world running are buried in the rubble until a certain misgiving is amplified in size to overwhelm his life long achievements.

The inadequacy of this generation of media to sustain purely on worldly affairs had increased their reliability to use entertainment as the predominant matrix to their sustenance. Men and Women who are offered laurels for their deeds are fed to the wolves for being inappropriate in giving up their virginity. What begins as information is manipulated into images and shapes that satiates the grinning faces of the masses and overfed bellies of the masters of the fourth estate.

No more exists any reality in those words, cynicism has replaced optimism, and it is evident, grim realities of the world is restored in the toons on the pages.